Letting Go In 2024 – On Bodily Death, Birth, Dying and Living
It’s the last day of 2023, as I write this and my heart is a bit heavy, but all is well, nevertheless. In my own experience I’ve come to trust and know that in God’s world there are no mistakes.
There is both great suffering and tremendous joy and happiness to be experienced in this life for sure. There is gain, and there is loss in this world of form.
There is dark, and there is light. Birth, bodily death, and this glorious, mysterious existence in between the two, who’s ebb and flow I tread with purposeful, pure intent always as best I can.
My earth father left his mortal body on December 30, 2023, like we all must do one day. He dropped his mortal vessel as his time here was up. He was tired and suffering with this thing we call the body, made of water, dust, dirt, and minerals. It had grown a bit tattered and worn.
Paradoxically, I mourn and grieve. Yet, also, I celebrate his release from this mortal world of from. For even I, as strange as it may sound, really don’t care too much for being here on many days my own self.
Yet, like many of us I tarry on in purposeful surrender, allowing this destiny to run its course. 2023 was truly amazing despite the loss of my father. One thing though that has been of paramount revelation and crystal clear in my usual reflection upon the year gone by is this:
Letting go has always given me more. I’ve practically all but abandoned all of my personal social media accounts over the past couple of years.
Letting go of personal social media use the past few years has really been a very natural organic process for me. Likely because of its predominant toxicity and incompatibility with what I’ve now become.
Realization pulls me deeper and ever deeper into a universal consciousness that is less personal yet strangely more intimate and real than anything I’ve ever known before.
The shallowness and superficiality of most social media only reminds me of of how inauthentic most humans can be with each other at times. How selfish we’ve all become in so many aspects, including my own self. And that selfishness has somehow now become the accepted norm of our current culture.
How we for the most part have abandoned entirely the value of wholesome face -to -face relationship. It’s as if we’ve all complicity allowed these tech companies to siphon every single life experience out of our veins, post by post. They’ve built their machines of disconnect upon the shinny illusion of connection and we fell for it. And man, we fell hard.
All of our life experiences, once so valued and cherished and more importantly, experienced fully in the moment, are now for many of us interrupted by conditioned, intrusive thoughts of what that moment digitally captured on a device will look like when shared on social media as a post.
Anyways, what’s done is done. I wish all of you the very best in 2024. And even more importantly, I hope you all experience authenticity on a liberating level that you have never dreamed possible. Happy New Year.